#young nyra for this.. milly alcock i got u

[denouemente]

rhaenyra was never one to be devout — a casual believer, all her knowledge from a friendship that had long since fizzled and burned into ash. she knows she'd be utterly alone if not for bianca, left to question her place among the men of her father's small council and of her future kingdom. hearing what she'd just heard was common at this point, questioning her position as heir when he now had a son, aegon ii. she didn't know what it was this time, but it struck her to her core. thankfully, bianca was exactly where rhaenyra anticipated she would be, and she ran to her without stopping.

“ i'm sick of wondering if or when my father will remove my birthright and bestow it on my brother. ” the word felt foreign on her tongue, i will never be a son. “ sometimes, i wonder if having my future planned is worse than not. i hate this feeling that i'm going to plan everything around the throne, and that it will be taken from me with no say. ”

@zeitkeist: when you're ready to hear what the gods have in store for you, they'll tell you.

it takes everything inside of her not to look too outwardly disappointed, each mention of the gods feeling like another blow to her already bruised ego. but she values bianca's opinion and presence, so she offers her a rather forced smile, one that doesn't reach her eyes. “ mayhaps i'd be happier with the gods if they'd just tell me. ” she sighs, folding her arms over her chest. “ i don't have time to wait around for the gods while some lord tries to convince my father i'm not a worthy heir. ” she sighs, staring up at the ceiling. “ maybe they'll talk to you before they talk to me. what are they saying? ”